Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-01-27
!, annoying. for YOU know what lovely

IS annoying, for you know what lovely
gown meant to wear to the party"
So Kate missed one of the oh eff pleas
ures of the season, and was missed by
others as well. Soon after we reached
the brilliantly lighted parlors Mr.. Cath
cart made his way to our corner, and
said that he had heard that Miss Gar.
land was detained by the illness of an
aged friend, and as he believed Miss
Louise was her substitute on such oc-
casions, he should beg her to give him
all the dances Miss Garland had prom
ised him. Louise blushed rosily, looking
prettier than | ever saw her before, and
said she was not sure she liked being
substitute.
"Oh, of course, l shall expect all the
dances | should have begged of you
yourself besides,' he replied, laughing,
and led her away for galop. 1t ended
in Louise being fairly belle that even
ing, which was the last thing we had,
as a family, expected of her.
Three days after, l met Kate Out
shopping.
"Did you get the pitcherP" l asked.
mot yet, +" she replied, with a somber
look. II read aloud till eleven O'Clock,
and then she suddenly dropped asleep
so there was no more to be said that
night, and | haven't seen her since. !
want you and Louise to come to my
house this evening to play whist. Mr..
Cathcart will make a fourth. Do come"
/ promised for Louise and myself,
and after an early tea we had pleas
ant walk across the town to Cousin
Kate's lovely home. She showed us
her collection of old china and pottery,
and it was really quite impressive,
though the shelves were by no means
full.
"When Iget Madame Burrll's blue
and white pitcher, l shall set it at the
very top to crown the WHOLE" she said
glancipg up with an anticipatory pr de.
Mr.. Cathcart came previously, and
we four then established ourselved in
the cosiest corner for game. We were
just fairly launched in it, when the door.
bell rang sharply, and a messenger
entered to say that Madame Burrill
was suddenly taken worse, and must
see Miss Garland at once. Kate flushed,
hesitated, and laying her cards on the
table, arose.
"She thinks she is going to die, and
means to give me the pitcher, "she said,
glancing at us.
l could not help thinking that
Madame Burrill was like malicious
old fairy godmother, who knew by some
subtle prescence just when to practice
her tyrannies with the most effect. Kate
looked so bright and pretty that even
ing, was in such good spirits, and we
were having such pleasant time, that it
seemed shame to break it all up. /
wanted to say so, but it would have
sounded hard-hearted in spite of all my
disbelief in Madame Burril's bad symp-
toms.
II will be ready in five minutes TO 90
with you," said Kate to the messenger
II will accompany you myself if you
are going" said Mr.. Cathcart.
"Oh, no." protested Kate; at is not
far, and this person will be sufficient. l
want you to amuse yourselves here for
a while, for | may come back in an
hour. Iam sorry to 60, but l can't
we'll refuse"
"Do you 60 for love, pity or the pitch
erp" asked Mr. Cathcart, smiling.
"For the pitcher" replied Kate, hon
estly 81 can't pretend to love Madame
Burrill; I'm afraid don't pity her much
either; but l do want the pitcher"
And then she was gone, and we were
left to our own resources. Mr.. Cath
cart asked Louise to play slumber-
song he had admired, and our broken
whist evening was changed into mu-
steal. Louise went on from one thing
to another, played exquisitely, as she
always does; and after awhile, Mr..
Cathcart having fine bass voice, he
and she were singing duets. was audi
ence part of the time, and part of the
time l read novel. Then Aunt Lydia
sent us in a delicious little supper OF
oysters and chocolate, and looking a,
the clock we were surprised to see how
late it was.
II wonder what poor Kate is do
J ing?" / said, as | slipped my fragrant
chocolate from dainty gold and brown
!. cup.
''Now isn't it curious study in hui
man nature" said George Cathcart
ito watch how such a thing as thi:
china craze can so absorb a lady's
, mind that every thing else in life sinks
into insignificancep l value an heir
| loom as much as anybody, but for these
cracked dishes from other peoples fam
lilies l have no fancy"
J "Well, don't know" put in Louise
[ in her gentle voice. 1.-The other day
my old nurse gave me very prett,
, china plate that had belonged to he
grandmother. She told me quite ,
story about it, and it really made m,
feel little bit like being "a collector my
, self"
Don't, for Heavens saker' OK
l claimed George Cathcart, with an ardo
that made us laugh.
r We left the house at last without see
ing Kate, and she never told me hov
late it was when she returned. Mr.
Cathcart accompanied us home, and sh
9 walk seemed unusually short, he was 81
. pleasant and entertaining.
IF Kate really loves him." l said t.
: Louise in our room that night, - won
) der that she ventures to neglect hin
, SOL
9 "She doesn't love him." said Louise
1 impetuously; 'she is in love with an oil
0 pitcher"
t Mother went the next day to call o.
: Madame Burrill and to carry her som
? whipped cream. She found the old lad
: much better, sitting in her rocking-chai
V as usual. The blue and white pitche
2 also was there, for mother saw it he'
!, self up in the cupboard. But about
e week later, as was slowly walking owe
/. to my Cousin Kate's to tell her an in
portant piece of news | met her comm
e out of the street that led to Madam
!, Burrilrs- She looked pale, but bright
and she carried the pitcher.
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